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sensitiveheartless · 2 months

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Written followup to the horrors comic! It got away from me lol. Most of it's under the cut, cause this part is also a bit long.

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Minutes passed by on the quiet moonlit dock.

Despite the renewed serenity of the night, Chuuya’s heart continued to race sickeningly fast. It hammered away in his chest, as if unable to fully grasp that the danger had passed.

His clothes were heavy and waterlogged, so cold against his skin that he could barely keep from shivering. Icy trickles ran down the back of his neck and dripped from his hair.

Closing his eyes didn’t help. There were far too many twisted corpses engraved in the darkness whenever he blinked. So he kept his eyes open, staring at the planks beneath them as he tried to steady his breathing.

Don’t think about it, Chuuya told himself. Don’t think about them.

Instead, he forced himself to remain in the present moment. Beneath the planks, he could hear the swell of the ocean waters, each wave lapping at the posts in a quiet rhythm. Salt filled his lungs with every breath, the heavy tang of the sea-soaked wood wafting around him.

And against his chest was Dazai’s head, a steady and grounding pressure. His ear rested over Chuuya’s heart, his arms still tight around him.

In that position, Dazai must have been able to hear how hard Chuuya’s heart was pounding—but surprisingly, he didn’t remark upon it. He remained utterly silent.

In return, Chuuya didn’t say a word about the almost crushing strength of Dazai’s arms where they wrapped around his middle. Dazai’s fingers were digging into his ribs, twin rows of sharp pressure, and Chuuya could feel them shaking.

Dazai’s hair was coarse where Chuuya’s cheek rested against it. Back in the day, before Dazai’s defection, he never bothered with conditioner. It seemed some things never changed, even in the light.

For one wild moment, Chuuya wished that he wasn’t wearing a pair of gloves—then he could bury his bare fingers in Dazai’s hair and see if it was as tangled as it looked. And, perhaps, warm himself up. Dazai was like a radiator against him, heat seeping through Chuuya’s drenched layers of clothes at every point of contact, but his gloves remained cold, the sodden leather chilling him to the bone. His joints ached as he uncurled his fingers from around Dazai’s shoulders.

Perhaps it would be worth it to just…indulge for a moment, if only to have something else to needle Dazai about. Really, the man needed to learn how to groom himself properly one of these days.

As Chuuya’s hand hovered indecisively over Dazai’s head, however, he realized that his heart rate had already evened out. While he was reminiscing about Dazai’s damn mess of hair, of all things.

Ridiculous. But that meant that there was absolutely no excuse for the two of them to remain wrapped around each other any longer. Dazai’s shivering seemed to have calmed as well.

“We should—” Chuuya’s voice cracked when he tried to speak, so he paused and cleared his throat before going on. “We should make sure it’s really gone. I don’t want that thing getting the jump on me again.”

Dazai tensed, and his grip tightened so much that for a moment Chuuya could scarcely breathe.

“Oi. C’mon, you need to let me up,” Chuuya wheezed, swatting at Dazai’s shoulder. He strained his neck to look down at the head buried against his chest, a pang of something that was surely exasperation tightening his throat. “I need to be able to reach it, Dazai.”

Dazai remained still for another long moment, then abruptly loosened his grip. Instead of letting Chuuya up, however, he pushed him down to sit on the damp planks, and rose to his feet himself.

“I’ll go,” Dazai said quietly, and strode past Chuuya towards the small, oval mirror where it lay shattered on the dock.

Right. It did make sense to have Dazai touch it first, in case it was an ability that could be nullified.

…But what if it’s not? What if it’s something like Lovecraft? Dazai will be defenseless, Chuuya thought, and instinctively started to his feet as well.

“Stay back,” Dazai said sharply, without even turning to look. He was standing over the mirror, staring down at it. “Don’t move forward until I say so.”

Chuuya scowled, but remained in place. He watched as Dazai bent down and extended a careful hand towards the shards of glass.

One tap, with the tip of a finger. Then another, less cautious tap against the side of the wooden frame. Then another, and another, Dazai’s touches moving systematically across every inch of shattered glass and broken wood.

Nothing happened.

Dazai breathed out, and stepped back. “There. You are now welcome to crush it into dust,” he said lightly, waving Chuuya forward.

His head was still downturned, his eyes cast in the shadow of his bangs as Chuuya walked past him to do the deed.

It was with deep pleasure that Chuuya pressed each little bit of the mirror into nothingness, grinding it down with the overwhelming weight of gravity.

After it was done, Chuuya scattered the dust into the ocean waters below. “What the fuck was that thing, anyway?” he asked, turning back to face the other.

When he turned, however, he found Dazai had moved to sit on the edge of the dock, his legs dangling off the edge.

His back was facing Chuuya. It seemed deliberate.

At first, Dazai didn’t respond to Chuuya’s question. The silence stretched long enough that Chuuya began to shiver again, the cold wind cutting through his damp clothes.

“…A Face Like Glass,” Dazai said at last. “That’s what the ability was called.”

“So it was a gifted,” Chuuya muttered. He walked to Dazai’s side, and dropped down beside him with a heavy sigh. “That mean the user is still out there somewhere?”

“No,” Dazai said softly. “She died some time ago, I’m afraid.”

Chuuya looked at him sharply. “What?”

There wasn’t much light by which to see, but Chuuya knew Dazai’s face like the back of his own hand. Better, probably. And he could tell that the detective’s features had gone unnaturally still.

It was how Dazai looked whenever he was unsure of how much he should give away. Typically his poker faces were more natural, but when he was strongly conflicted, he would simply go blank.

“Explain,” Chuuya said, crossing his arms. “That thing almost killed me, I think I ought to know what it was.”

That got a reaction. Dazai’s lips twitched downward and he looked away, hiding his face from Chuuya once again.

After another lingering pause, however, he finally began to talk.

“A Face Like Glass was the ability of a woman named Hardinge,” Dazai said, as blandly as if he were reciting a history lesson. “She could reflect the darkest thoughts of anyone who looked into that mirror of hers, and give those thoughts physical form. Quite literally a nightmare to deal with, as one can imagine. She was the terror of England. However, after she rose to prominence, the mirror began to behave a bit oddly.

“The more renowned Hardinge became, the more people began to fear her ability. She kept the exact details of the mirror shrouded in mystery, so her enemies were always speculating what horrors it might do to them next.

“Naturally, over time, their darkest thoughts became consumed with fear of the mirror itself. And when Hardinge reflected those thoughts, manifesting them into reality…well. You can imagine what happened.”

Chuuya’s hands formed fists in his lap, so tight the leather of his gloves creaked. His fingers were somehow even colder than before. “A runaway effect,” he said. Despite his best efforts, his voice came out rough. “A singularity.”

“Quite,” Dazai said. “The heights of human imagination should never be underestimated. The more powerful anyone imagined the mirror was, the more powerful it became. When their fears manifested, their imaginations ran ever more wild with terrifying possibilities. Which it would also reflect. And so on, and so on. The only one who could control it was Hardinge herself, stopping the runaway cycle by covering the mirror. She acted as a control for the ability for many years, preventing it from going too far.

“But one day, one of her enemies had the dubiously clever idea to turn the mirror back on Hardinge herself. Which, ordinarily, would have been a mere scare tactic. I’m sure their only intent was to make her hesitate to use the mirror by making her own fears manifest.

“However, that is not what happened. Keep in mind, Hardinge had been watching this ability of hers grow with each battle she fought, gaining strength after strength, only barely containing it with her efforts. Sometimes it must have seemed so powerful that it nearly eclipsed her own self.

“Anyone would be frightened of that. It can’t be surprising that her darkest thoughts contained the fear that her mirror would one day consume her.”

Silence stretched, frigid and fragile as ice.

“…So her own ability ate her,” Chuuya said flatly.

“Yes,” Dazai said. “And without anyone left to contain it, the mirror was unleashed.”

Chuuya rubbed wearily at his temples. “Okay. Then how did it get here? To Yokohama?”

“From what I hear, Hardinge was not popular with the Order of the Clock Tower,” Dazai said. “She had gone into hiding here when her ability overtook her. The Special Operations Division then sent out operatives to contain it.”

Chuuya raised his head. “Oh. They’re involved? Wait, does that mean…was that ex-drinking buddy of yours the one who told you all this?”

Dazai nodded, and Chuuya could faintly make out a crooked smile on his lips in the darkness. “Ango called to warn me of its escape. They had done everything they could to keep it locked away so it could be studied, but all it took was one researcher fearing that the creature had the ability to get out of its cell, and it immediately had that power,” he said, leaning back on his bandaged palms. He gave Chuuya a sidelong look, heavy with significance. “Then, of course, while Ango was briefing me on A Face Like Glass, I also got word that a certain tiny mafioso had gone out to fight an unknown monster that was terrorizing the shipyards.”

Chuuya met his stare with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, so?” he said. “It was scaring my subordinates. Someone had to do something.”

Dazai’s gaze darkened further. “Chuuya, you went alone,” he said. “You tried to face it all by yourself, without even knowing what it was. You could have —” He broke off, and looked away once more. His nails were digging into the wood of the dock, his shoulders stiff.

Hiding again, Chuuya thought.

For a moment, Chuuya considered pointing out that there wasn’t anyone for him to call for help. Very few of the other mafia members could stand up to an otherworldly threat—and even those who could, like Akutagawa, were not anyone who Chuuya would want exposed to a fear-monster. Everyone in the mafia had far too much darkness to reflect.

Besides, Dazai had no room to scold Chuuya when he was the one who had left him without a partner in the first place.

But even as Chuuya contemplated speaking those cutting words aloud, he found himself unable to.

Because even though Chuuya hadn’t called, Dazai had come anyway.

And, if the reflections of that ability could be believed, one of Dazai’s darkest thoughts was losing Chuuya to Corruption. Right alongside Dazai’s fear of his own past self, and his fear of disappointing his old friend. That…changed some things.

Chuuya sighed, releasing a long-held weight. Then he prodded Dazai’s shoulder with a cold, gloved fingertip. “Hey,” he said. “Look at me.”

Dazai’s shoulders hitched higher, but he didn’t turn.

“What’s your deal?” Chuuya demanded, poking him again. “You don’t have to hide from me, idiot. What, you think I’m gonna make fun of you for having emotions?”

That, apparently, surprised Dazai enough to glance back at Chuuya, his brow furrowed.

“Because I won’t,” Chuuya said. “Not about this. I mean…look, before you showed up, that mirror motherfucker had already reflected a lot of people at me. The Flags, the Sheep, Murase, even N. That’s how it got close enough to me to grab me and drag me under in the first place. So if you’re embarrassed of breaking down or some shit, you shouldn’t be. I did too.”

“It’s not that,” Dazai muttered, his eyes darting away across the dark ocean waters once again.

“Then what?” Chuuya prompted impatiently, leaning closer.

“I froze,” Dazai said, his lips twisting in disgust. “Under the slightest amount of pressure, I broke. You could have died, just because I couldn’t bring myself to fire at a poor imitation of my friend.”

Chuuya blinked. “What’s wrong with that? I broke too. And you were there to pull me out of the water. I saved you, and you saved me. That’s what partners are for, right?”

That finally got Dazai to face him, whipping around so quickly it must have hurt his neck. His eyes were wide, his lips parted in surprise.

Chuuya knew why. It had been years since he had called Dazai his partner.

All too aware that his cheeks were beginning to heat, Chuuya reached out to pull the infuriating man into his arms, tucking Dazai’s head against his shoulder. “Not a word,” he growled, squeezing Dazai tightly in warning. “Make fun of me for this and I’m kicking you into the ocean.”

Dazai let out a choked noise, and suddenly he was clinging to Chuuya just as tight, his fingers practically clawing into his back.

He was shaking again. Or maybe they both were.

“It—it had been so long since I heard his voice,” Dazai cried against Chuuya’s neck, muffled and damp on his skin. “I don’t want that to be how I remember him, I don’t, I hate it…”

Chuuya closed his eyes and saw Albatross laying on the ground in pieces, staring up at him in betrayal. He let out a slow, careful breath, and held Dazai closer.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I know. I get it.”

Dazai was still so warm. And Chuuya’s hands were still so terribly cold.

Making a reckless decision, Chuuya pulled off his soaked gloves and tossed them aside, then sunk his fingers into Dazai’s mess of curls without hesitation. He felt more than heard the sharp inhale against his neck, and the quiet questioning hum that followed. Chuuya ignored it and continued to card his fingers through Dazai’s hair.

“…Chuuya?” Dazai breathed.

Chuuya tugged absently at a knot. “Tangled,” he grunted. “It was bothering me.”

“Mm,” Dazai hummed, and his hands slid up the back of Chuuya’s jacket. “Chuuya’s cold.”

“No shit,” Chuuya said grumpily. “I fell in the fucking ocean, and it’s freezing out here.”

There was a soft laugh, then a strange sensation ghosted across the side of Chuuya’s neck just above his choker, almost like a pair of lips had pressed there. Chuuya’s hands tightened in Dazai’s hair, stiffening in surprise. He could only wonder if he had imagined it, unable to comprehend any other possibility.

He certainly didn’t imagine what Dazai said next, however.

“Come home with me,” Dazai whispered, his lips brushing against Chuuya’s skin once again.

Chuuya made a very strange noise, somewhere between a shriek and a gasp, and used his grip on Dazai’s hair to haul him away just enough for their eyes to meet. “The fuck?” he spluttered, face burning. “What do you mean, where did that — hah?”

Dazai’s eyes were rimmed in red, dulled with weariness. One of his hands wandered up to Chuuya’s cheek and rested there, circling the blush with his thumb. “I don’t want you out of my sight right now,” he said quietly. “That’s all.”

Ah. Right. The reflection of Corruption.

Well. Chuuya couldn’t really deny that he wasn’t looking forward to a night spent alone in his own apartment. He might not dream, but that didn’t matter if he couldn’t even get to sleep. Having someone beside him might help.

And beyond all that—this was the first time that Dazai had ever asked Chuuya to stay with him.

So, dazed and still a little flushed, Chuuya abandoned all common sense and replied, “Okay.”

Dazai captured one of Chuuya’s hands between his own, and brought it to his lips to brush a kiss across his knuckles. “Good,” he murmured, and pulled Chuuya to his feet. A slight smile flitted across his features. “I think I spotted Chuuya’s dreadful hat further towards the shore. Shall we find it first?”

Chuuya’s knuckles were still tingling. “Okay,” he repeated, strangled and utterly bewildered. His thoughts were chasing themselves in circles like a pack of confused terriers, but he allowed Dazai to tow him away towards the lights of the city.

And if Chuuya’s fingers ended up intertwined with Dazai’s as they traversed the shadows…well.

The streets were too dark for anyone to prove it.

“…Wait, is there even room at your place? You’re still living in that shitty dorm, aren’t you?”

A familiar grin and a pair of twinkling eyes turned back to him as they passed through a dimly lit alley. “Hmm? Chuuya has been tracking where I live? How sentimental of you, slug.”

At least he’s getting back to normal, Chuuya thought. “Oh, shut up,” he grumbled aloud. “Of course I’d keep an eye on your annoying ass.”

A scandalized, yet delighted gasp. “Chuuya likes looking at my ass?”

“…?! Shut up! That is not what I said—!”

#...possibly I should also put this on ao3 for ease of reading #do I know what I'm doing? nope #no thoughts only vibing #but anyway I hope this was an enjoyable explanation of the Creature in the horrors comic!#'A Face Like Glass' is a book I absolutely adore by Frances Hardinge :D It's got a lot of mind-bending concepts in it!#so it seemed like a fun thing to turn into a bsd oc monster #can you believe this started as an attempt to give Chuuya hugs lol #technically succeeded! but at what cost #the horrors comic #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #skk #senhart's writing

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tervaneula · 1 month

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u said leoichi drabble prompt request. consider. one injured and the other protecting them and then the injured one has to calm them down bc 'they're okay, really, promise, rest now'

OKAY SO this fused with a ghost of an idea I've had for a while and it ended up being a bit more serious than the prompt called for and a lot longer than just a drabble. (It's ~1120 words.) CW: blood and injury

Also I made a silly header thing I don't know what to do with, so I'm putting it here since this fic doesn't come with art of its own :'3

“Yui, I’m okay–”

The rabbit turns his head to look at him, furious.

“I heard your shell crack, Leonardo, and I'm not an idiot! Now stay down and let me handle this!”

He falls quiet for a moment before redirecting his glare towards their adversary and then adds a muted, “Please.”

There's no compromising with Yuichi in this state, apparently, and Leonardo stays right where he got crushed between metal claws and the concrete, splayed on the ground next to those very same claws which had gotten swiftly cut from the wrist for their transgressions.

He does roll onto his side to get his body weight off his shell, and yeah, alright, one or more of the old cracks that never healed properly must have split open again. It's tough to breathe and his back feels… His kimono is sticking to his shell and his back feels wet now that he's paying attention, and that. That is not good.

Just his luck to run into a massive mecha wreaking havoc on an otherwise lovely day, huh. He wasn't even supposed to be on patrol and thus is embarrassingly swordless.

Good thing that his date and their resident samurai always carries his.

The slider watches as Yuichi does quick work of the metal hunk's wiring behind its knees, his frighteningly sharp katana slicing through the cables like butter. The mech falls with a ground-shaking rumble, unable to rise again, arm flailing as it tries to catch the rabbit. It's no use, Yuichi is much smaller and faster – and as soon as he reaches the mech's head, it's already rolling. The construct immediately loses power and Yuichi wrenches the windowed hatch in its chest open. Turns out there's no pilot, just a program-operated dashboard, and he makes sure that none of the controls are functional after he's done with them.

Leonardo thinks he could watch Yuichi trash villains all day long, he's practically mesmerised by the strength hidden in that soft frame despite his shell throbbing unpleasantly in tandem with his heartbeat. He sighs, lovestruck.

As his final move, Yuichi thrusts his katana into the heart of the mecha and Leonardo sees a spray of ink-black oil splash all over Yuichi's face and the front of his kimono. It makes him laugh and he realises his mistake too late, his lungs struggling to draw breath again as he finally gets hit with the pain, his body trying to stop him from moving; from causing any more damage. Shit, shit, shit.

He had hoped he wouldn’t need to bother any of his brothers today since he was supposed to spend the whole day with Yuichi but he knows to pick his battles, now. He opens the comm link embedded in his prosthetic, contacting someone who he knows will pick up.

“Che~ello!” comes the cheerful answer in just a few seconds, and Leonardo can't help but smile.

“Mikeyyy, hermano, I'm in a bit of a pickle,” he wheezes, feeling the shift in his little brother's energy as soon as he hears the strain in his voice.

“Leo? Are you okay?”

“Not really, no,” Leonardo grunts. “Got into a scuffle with some big haywire robot– don’t worry, that’s taken care of. I suspect Donnie will want to scrap it for parts. Um. My shell’s– my shell’s cracked though.”

Leonardo can vividly imagine the colour draining from Michelangelo's face and it would be funny if he wasn't acutely aware of a broken shell coming with the very real possibility of his innards turning into outnards.

“I'm calling Draxy. Stay put, I'll get Lee to pick you up.”

“Right,” Leonardo sighs, the line going out just when Yuichi is finally done with the mech and rushing to his side, face haphazardly wiped from oil. His gaze is sharp as he kneels next to him, sweaty and out of breath, and Leonardo thinks he looks like a knight. Or maybe like a samurai of the old, in this case.

“There’s my hero,” he coos before Yuichi can get a word out and the rabbit’s brow furrows.

“Don’t start,” he snaps but his tone softens almost immediately, “I saw you calling someone. It’s bad, isn’t it? It… it looks really bad.”

“Yeeeah, this kimono is definitely ruined,” Leonardo laments, “unless you know how to, gh, get blood out of corduroy? No? Or the obi?”

Yuichi stares.

“A– a shame, really, I did like this one a lot–”

“Leonardo!” Yuichi interrupts him and grabs his bicep, looking two seconds away from crying. Leonardo frowns. He knows he’s getting a little delirious but he was sincerely trying his best to lift his mate’s mood.

“Leon, please, you’re rambling. Is someone coming? Can I do anything?”

“‘m not rambling,” Leonardo grumbles, hissing when he fills his lungs again. “Leo’s coming to get us, Draxy– Draxum will treat the shell. And no, better keep the obi in place until we get to the medbay.”

Yuichi’s shoulders slump and he sighs, most likely relieved that he’s not going to have to figure out how to deal with a cracked shell. Leonardo does not like the lingering worry in Yuichi’s gaze one bit, though, and he offers him a grin. It’s a little shaky but whatever.

“Heeey, bunbun. Listen. This is nothing I haven’t been through before. I’ll be fine.”

Yuichi gives him an honest-to-God kicked-puppy look and Leonardo thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen in his life. He almost tells him so but Yuichi cups his cheek and his forced grin melts away into surprised silence.

“I hate seeing you hurt,” Yuichi murmurs, leaning down to press his forehead against Leonardo’s. The slider’s eyes flutter shut and he lifts his hand to hold onto Yuichi’s wrist.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I mean it. I should’ve been more careful.”

Yuichi huffs and leans away to gently bump their foreheads together.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Maybe, but ’m still sorry. Didn’t want to worry you.”

“You’re an idiot,” Yuichi says, exasperated. “You should know that at this point, I’ll always worry.”

Leonardo grins and this time it’s genuine. Breathing in his partner’s scent is like a balm to him, even if it’s tinged with the bitterness of motor oil, even if his body currently thinks that breathing is overrated. Even if he just got called an idiot by none other than said partner.

“Raincheck on the date?” he mumbles, and finally he gets a chuckle out of the rabbit. Yuichi straightens his back and flicks him on the nose.

“Like you even needed to ask. Idiot.”

Before Leonardo can express his displeasure of being called an idiot for a second time there’s the familiar electric hum of a portal opening behind him, and someone whistles.

“Sheesh, old man. That kimono is definitely ruined.”

#NOT PROOFREAD I had to stop myself because every time I tried to check this over I kept writing MORE and that's just not sustainable #sdfghhsfghjafsfd #anyway these peepaws gay #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #leoichi #peepaw leo #peepaw yuichi #other characters mentioned + a cameo from #rise leo #future leonardo #future leo #samurai rabbit #usagi chronicles #yuichi usagi #usagi yuichi #tervdraws #tervdrabbles

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honkifurhoary · 1 year

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Emmanuel the Emu: A Story of HPAI Mismanagement

Emmanuel, the TikTok-famous emu owned by Taylor Blake of Knuckle Bump Farms, made national news last month when Highly Pathogenic Avian Influenza (HPAI) hit the farm. According to Blake’s initial Twitter thread, Knuckle Bump Farms lost 99% of their avian flock- over 50 individuals- in only three days. These deaths were attributed both to the disease itself and to a cull carried out by the Florida Department of Agriculture and Consumer Services, who did so with Blake’s permission. Emmanuel and a black swan named Rico were the only two survivors, with Emmanuel left unable to stand, unwilling to eat or drink, and quickly fading. Hundreds of thousands rallied behind Emmanuel on social media as Blake documented Emmanuel’s progress, reaching out to public figures like Dr. Pol of The Incredible Dr. Pol and Bindi Erwin of Crikey! It’s the Irwins for help when she failed to find any other sources for emu rehabilitation. But soon, controversy emerged.

Early on, avian influenza experts expressed concern that Blake was not wearing any PPE when interacting with a presumably HPAI-positive bird. Avian influenza is transmissible from bird to human which, combined with the virus’ ability to mix genes and rapidly change, means that PPE is universally recommended when dealing with a suspected or confirmed HPAI outbreak.

In response to concerns, Blake explained that “Emmanuel freaks out whenever we approach him wearing a mask” and that the farm is on a state-mandated quarantine for 150 days, which is the amount of time HPAI is estimated to survive in the environment under ideal conditions. This quarantine reportedly only allowed Blake, Blake’s girlfriend Kristian Haggerty, Blake’s family, and veterinary professionals to enter the property. “I have taken every precaution recommended by the FDA” Blake stated, referencing the Florida Department of Agriculture and Consumer Services (FDACS) rather than the Food and Drug Administration (FDA).

Many people, including HPAI experts, found this explanation unsatisfactory and instead decided to contact the FDACS and USDA directly. Both the FDACS and USDA work collaboratively to manage avian influenza outbreaks in Florida. Dr. Danielle Stanek of the Florida Department of Health clarified that the DOH can recommend that private individuals comply with CDC guidelines, which includes wearing full PPE when interacting with HPAI-infected birds, but they cannot mandate that they do so. Therefore, Blake’s decision to forgo PPE was hers to make, even if it wasn’t in accordance with the recommendations of the FDACS, CDC, USDA, and Florida DOH.

Just as discourse between experts and Emmanuel fans reached its peak, Blake announced that Emmanuel tested negative for HPAI. Instead, Emmanuel’s sudden decline was attributed to stress. “Emus are incredibly susceptible to stress. He was incredibly overwhelmed by the state coming in and euthanizing our flock . . . He stopped eating the day they depopulated.” His lingering issues- the inability to stand or walk independently, twisted neck (torticollis), continued inappetence and dehydration, and lethargy- were caused by a nighttime collapse that left Emmanuel “thrashing on the ground for hours, trying to get himself up”. “He never once had a single symptom of AI, other than not eating”, Blake stated.

HPAI symptoms in birds varies depending on the species and the individual. In chickens, HPAI often presents as respiratory and digestive distress, followed quickly by death. In other poultry species, symptoms may also include the nervous system, causing “tremors, twisted necks, paralyzed wings, laying down and pedaling”. Ratites- referring to the diverse group of keel-less birds that include emus, ostriches, rheas, kiwis, and cassowaries- also tend to develop neurological symptoms. Notably, emus can present with twisted necks (torticollis), ataxia (discoordination), leg and wing paralysis, inability to stand, decreased food and water consumption, purple discoloration or swelling of the legs and head, and lethargy. This corresponds with many of the symptoms Blake has documented in Emmanuel. And it should, considering that Emmanuel did test positive for HPAI.

Test results completed on October 27th, 2022 at the USDA’s National Veterinary Services Laboratories showed that Emmanuel’s serum sample, collected six days after the start of the outbreak, contained antibody levels that were consistent with recent infection.

When Blake announced Emmanuel’s stress diagnosis, she was likely relying on information provided by a rapid test, which can provide results within 48 hours. These tests detect viral proteins that indicate active infection and virus shedding. Serology tests, on the other hand, look for the presence of antibodies produced in response to infection, not necessarily active infection. For an indeterminate number of days prior to the sample collection (October 17, 2022) Emmanuel had an active HPAI infection that, rather than stress, likely led to his rapid decline.

Why, then, was Emmanuel not included in the state’s cull on Knuckle Bump Farms? An email between Dr. Michael Short, the FDACS’ Animal Industry Director, and Kassandra Curiel of the FDACS’ Office of the Commissioner, answers this question. Dr. Short states that “USDA guidance is that ratites (emus and ostriches), black swans and exotic pet birds do not have to be euthanized due to lower risk”. Blake echoes this on her Twitter, when she says that “the state only focused on the “super spreaders” which are poultry species and ducks. Ratites aren’t included because they typically aren’t as susceptible.”.

This allowed Knuckle Bump Farms’ four emus (Emily, Eliza, Elliot, and Emmanuel) and three black swans (two unnamed females and Rico), to be exempted from the cull. I cannot find any reference, either in USDA literature or anywhere else, that supports Dr. Short’s statement. In fact, all the literature that I reviewed and all the experts I talked to during my research only confirmed the devastating effects that HPAI can have on both ratites and black swans. This, coupled with the fact that three of Knuckle Bump Farms’ four emus and two of their three black swans died when “the virus hit them extremely hard and very quickly”, calls Dr. Short’s statement into question.

The USDA was also unable to substantiate Dr. Short’s statement. When asked how exemptions to culls were determined they explained that, rather than look at individual species, the USDA classifies HPAI-infected domestic birds as either commercial, backyard poultry, or backyard non-poultry. These definitions ascribe risk of potential HPAI spread by determining the level of contact a poultry premise has with other poultry premises. If a private farm or private household, where the poultry does not have any contact with poultry beyond the property, has an outbreak then they are classified as a non-poultry premises, even if they have chickens, turkeys, or other poultry birds. These non-poultry premises can thus be exempted from culling all their birds by being placed on quarantines by state officials, provided that they adhere to the quarantine and continue to not have contact with any poultry facilities. Knuckle Bump Farms does not sell poultry products; therefore, they were classified as backyard non-poultry and eligible for quarantine. The FDACS seems to have added their own interpretation onto this guidance when they specify ratites, black swans, and exotic pet birds as “lower risk”. I reached out to Dr. Short for comment but received no response.

This isn’t the only time Dr. Short and, by extension, the FDACS demonstrated faulty logic. In that same email between him and Curiel, Dr. Short used this comparison to explain why a citizen’s concern about Emmanuel’s exemption from the cull was unfounded.

“I have heard of only one report of a clinically ill human, over the past 1.5 years of a national response to the current avian flu outbreak. The risk of HPAI to the owner is much less than occurred with household pets that tested positive for SARS-CoV-2 (Covid). I am assuming no one would advocate to euthanize all pets testing positive for Covid (At least I have not heard of anyone asking us to euthanize pets).

The risk of avian influenza is constantly occurring with all the wild birds in South Florida. My understanding (not being a human health expert) is the risk to people, especially children and those immuno-compromised at public or private lakes, ponds and waterways from the AI being shed by water fowl is much greater than the sick emu at knuckle bump farm.”

Dr. Ben Golas, a VMD and postdoc with the USGS who is currently working on avian influenza research, weighed in. “It’s a bit like comparing apples and oranges to talk about risk of transmission of COVID vs. HPAI. With COVID, our primary concern is human-to-human contact. [. . .] With HPAI, farm animals are euthanized not only because the disease spreads within the farm flock like wildfire, but also to prevent spreading infection locally to other farms, because HPAI virus can be stable in the environment.”

The CDC agrees. “There is no evidence that animals play a significant role in spreading SARS-CoV-2, the virus that causes COVID-19, to people. […] It’s important to remember that people are much more likely to get COVID-19 from other people than from animals. There is no need to euthanize or otherwise harm animals infected with SARS-CoV-2.” When it comes to HPAI, however, they emphasize that human-to-human spread is rare and often limited to only a few individuals. Bird-to-human transmission is the primary method of human infection, with each new infection increasing the risk that a new, more virulent strain will emerge. This, along with the potential for massive bird-to-bird outbreaks that could devastate both wildlife and industry, is why complete depopulation (euthanasia) is standard for HPAI and not COVID-19.

The FDACS seems to be operating on contradicting and unsubstantiated information when it comes to managing HPAI outbreaks. Unsurprisingly, the employees seem equally conflicted in their internal emails regarding Knuckle Bump Farms. One Florida USDA representative noted, while forwarding a citizen concern about Blake’s lack of PPE, that “her face is real close to a bird that has HPAI”. Another USDA employee responded “actually, in one of the pictures she appears to be kissing it on the head.”. Dr. Kendra Stauffer of the USDA wrote, “. . . part of the allowing the pet bird to live was that there were rules the owner was to follow from DOH, which clearly she is not”.

Other employees, however, were eager to show their support. Commissioner Nikki Fried of the FDACS posted a photo of her, Blake, and Haggerty, and later posted a photo of herself drinking Knuckle Bump Farms’ branded beer while wearing an Emmanuel t-shirt.

Fried’s support generated a lot of concern, particularly amongst local farmers. One Florida emu farmer stated, “my disappointment and concern is 100% with the actions of Nikki Fried as Agricultural Commissioner to allow some birds to be exempt from depopulation, including emus, for no quantifiable reason. Emus are susceptible to HPAI. Emus in other states have contracted HPAI in this current outbreak and they either died on their own or were put down. Research shows they are susceptible to HPAI, and can spread it to other birds and humans. The decision by Fried and FDACS makes no sense and it sets a dangerous precedent.”

Considering that Blake has over 847.4K followers on Twitter, 938K on Instagram, and 2.4 million on TikTok, the precedent the FDACS and USDA have set here is, indeed, dangerous. Many of Blake’s followers learned about avian influenza for the first time through her documentation of Emmanuel’s illness and the state’s response to the outbreak. “I watch for Emmanuel updates every day! This has also been a great lesson for many people in farming education.”, one follower said. Another echoed this sentiment, saying “Thank you for taking the time to let us know what’s going on, and answering questions. You truly are an educator”.

Herein lies the problem. Knuckle Bump Farms is a small, backyard operation. Through social media, however, they reach millions. This specific outbreak of HPAI and its subsequent (mis-)management by the FDACS and USDA has now set the standard for many, rather than the exception. Blake’s public failure to comply with PPE recommendations, the lack of transparency regarding Emmanuel’s true diagnosis, a similar lack of transparency within the FDACS and USDA regarding this outbreak, exemptions to cull protocols made with seemingly no supporting data, and a publicly-elected official openly (and financially) supporting Blake through this process, all pose a serious threat to public confidence in HPAI management and future public health. The concerns of farmers, virologists, public health workers and organizations, wildlife rehabilitators, and animal sanctuaries have been ignored, particularly when they asked whether Emmanuel’s fame and the risk of public backlash led to the FDACS’ decision to leave him and several other symptomatic birds alive. It seems, through this research, that there is more support for this theory than the narrative we’ve been provided until now. It is my hope that, with the publishing of this information, the very real concerns raised by people directly effected by HPAI will be given the weight they deserve.

Please take this opportunity to learn about avian influenza from reputable sources:

Protecting Birds from Avian Influenza

Avian influenza and PPE

CDC Avian Influenza

USDA HPAI Response Plan

Florida Avian Influenza Update (Oct 2022)

A huge thank you to the following experts who generously answered my questions: Dr. Ben Golas, Dr. Jim Wellehan, and Dr. Jennifer Riley.

#emmanuel the emu #hpai #avian influenza #florida #avian flu

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yhwhsdaughter · 5 months

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Yoon Bum x Reader

[Name] was Yoon Bum’s first and only love since childhood, which seemed like a lifetime ago. He never really knew when these feelings began, but it was consuming him. Bum longed for her; the constant pain in his chest was proof of that. And it hurt. It hurt whenever she’d look at anyone that wasn’t him. Why not me? He would repeatedly ask himself. Still, when her eyes would grace him, Bum’s heart would beat faster, pumping blood into his system, elongating his life but prolonging his affliction. If it wasn’t for her, Bum would've died a painful death a long time ago.

At the remembrance of his unrequited feelings, a cough erupted from his lips. It was particularly nasty, that, [Name]—who was putting on her shoes—turned at the series of coughs coming from Yoon Bum. She craned her neck to look at him, sliding her right shoe before standing. “Are you alright?”

Bum quickly hid the tissue that he’d spit the blood in, attention flickering to her. This was a common occurrence for him, but he could never get a solid grasp on it. Bum blinked, trying not to cry as he reached for [Name], his lips unable to open, lest another mouthful of blood came out.

At his unresponsive actions, [Name] walked closer, grasping his face gently with her hands upon noting the blood at the corner of his mouth. Her thumbs worked tenderly, wiping the blood off. Bum was euphoric. He never shied away from her touch. When her fingers made contact with his face, Bum's lips parted in a quiet gasp.

“What is this?” Vomiting blood wasn’t normal by any means. “Have you gone to see a doctor?” Yoon Bum was accustomed to blood by now that it didn't phase him. He briefly wondered if he could finally tell her everything, but the discomfort in his chest made him silent. Lowering his gaze, he observed her precious fingers, painted with his blood. He had the urge to hold her hands, his fingers twitching at the notion. “Bum. Are you ignoring me?”

Oh no. At the sound of her stern tone, Bum met her gaze for a second before quickly glancing away, looking apologetic and a bit pathetic. “I...uh…” Bum didn’t know what to say, so he hesitantly outstretched his hand towards hers. “Alright, if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine.” [Name] turned to leave which made Bum jolt in panic. He didn’t want her to leave.

Both of his hands grasped onto her arm, causing her to look back. “What?” If there was anything that Bum disliked, was [Name] being upset with him. His grip tightened, and it was surprisingly strong his skinny frame. He seemed desperate to hold on to her, pleading, “Don't leave.”

“Tell me.”

Bum whined. Even with the silent threat of leaving him, Bum stayed silent. Instead, his hands moved up her face. “Bum.” [Name] spoke seriously. Despite the roughness in her voice and demeanor, Bum had known her long enough to see that she was worried. He was beating himself up internally for causing her beautiful brow to furrow.

[Name] held onto his wrists securely, tight enough to keep him in place but not tight enough to harm. “Answer me now, or I leave.” Bum's eyes widened when he realized that she wasn’t bluffing, a cold sweat beading down his forehead. Bum swallowed, “I…”His words became caught in his throat as he tried to force out a single sentence. “I have.. Hanahaki disease.”

“What?”

“It's…,” Bum struggled to explain, his lips trembling from a flurry of emotions. “It's the reason behind my coughing, the pain I feel in my chest. Why I’ve clung to you for so long. It's why I can spend hours just staring at the way you talk, the way you smile, but also...the reason why I spend hours crying to myself in bed that we're not together.” His voice was soft and strained. [Name] stared at him with an overwhelmed expression.

“I love you so much.. that my heart hurts.”

“How long?”

Bum's eyes started to water as he couldn't find the strength to speak anymore. His words had failed him, so instead he pulled her closer. The more contact she had with him, the less pressure on his chest. His lips were inches away from her neck.

“Bum, for how long..?!”

At that moment in time, Bum didn't care for anything else. He wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in her embrace. If this is where he would finally be rejected—the final nail on his coffin, he would at least get to do this—Bum pulled [Name] towards him and planted a gentle kiss on her neck. She was all he lived for; her love was all he needed.

[Name] pulled him back, her hands holding firmly onto the ball of his shoulders, “How long has this been going on?” Bum's lips parted from her neck. “Ten years..” his voice timidly confessed.

“You’re telling me… you’ve been suffering like this for ten years..?”

If Bum had just told her from the beginning, he could've spared himself from agonizing for 10 long years. But, he didn't want to risk the rejection—the mere thought of [Name] leaving him hurt even more. Bum pressed his cheek against the side of her neck again, his nose nudging her skin as if it could find an ounce of comfort in it. [Name] pulled him back again, gripping the sides of his face, “Why?? Why did you not tell me?”

For the first time, Bum raised his voice. His emotions were getting the better of him, and he didn't care about keeping this a secret anymore. If he could scream his feelings from the rooftops, he would. “Because I can’t stand the thought of you looking at me differently!” Everyone else thought he was a waste of space—a freak. But not [Name]. Not the girl who grew alongside him and stuck by him all these years, despite contrary advice.

Bum's desperation was as real as his words. Tears started to fall, rolling down his cheeks. [Name] sighed, loosening her hold. “…What can I do to help?” Bum's eyes widened. He felt like crying, laughing, screaming of joy. There was only one thing he wanted.

“Love me.”

[Name] blinked. Without hesitation, she kissed him. It was almost instinctual when Bum parted his lips in response. He couldn't help but moan as [Name] introduced her tongue, tasting the blood in his mouth. This was love, this was love..!

All of Bum's pain was erased with a few moments of her kiss. Those intense months of discomfort and aches, amounting to this—tasting [Name]’s love. She backed him into the wall, pulling away shortly after. [Name] slid down to her knees, “I’ll take care of you.” Her hands went to the waistband of his pants, pulling at it.

Bum's eyes widened like saucers, an intense blush settling on his cheeks. This wasn't at all what he was expecting, but his face couldn't hide his excitement and his body certainly didn't protest. He was almost too excited for words, but that didn't stop him.

“...[Name]...”

Once his pants were down at his ankles, [Name] kissed his thigh gently. A soft moan escaped his lips as he watched her free his erection.

“Why did you allow yourself to suffer for so long..?”

Bum's breath staggered at her question, but his body remained still, wringing his hands in embarrassment. “I just...couldn't...ever ask.” His voice was low but as [Name] continued her ministrations, his breathing became more erratic. Her mouth enveloped him and the warmth nearly made Bum buck his entire cock down her throat; it took a lot of restraint not to come quickly, as well. Her hands squeezed the tender skin of his pale thighs. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Bum tilted his head back in pleasure. He was losing himself in this explosion of pleasure.

[Name] pulled away, her lips a bit swollen and mouth filled with Bum’s seed. She swallowed most of it as she stood again, facing Bum’s love struck face.

“I love you…”

[Name] was a bit taken aback when he pulled her in for a kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Soon, their kiss was mixed with saliva, semen, and blood. His tongue explored her mouth, taking in every taste. A mix of sweet, salty and a hint of iron that was a reminder of his condition. His eyes remained half-lidded but his gaze was focused on you.

“I love you.”

He needed to say it again, to repeat it as many times as he had to. “I know.” Their kisses ended up taking them to his bed—well, the dirty mattress he had on the floor of his ratty room. Bum only wished this could’ve been at a nicer place, like [Name] deserved. Another part of him was elated. This meant that [Name] truly cared for him, right? Skinny and poor as he was, she was touching him fervently.

Bum's love was a deep, intense feeling that wasn't always easy to express in words. But his caress, his eyes, could all express them easily. Clothes were discarded quickly; [Name] straddled Bum as she threw her shirt and sweater to the side, revealing her breasts. They stared at each other, taking in the naked flesh and imprinting it to memory.

“Ngh..”

[Name] grasped his cock with one hand, aligning it with her entrance before sinking in completely, drawing out a cacophony of moans from both. Bum's grip grew tighter, and his breaths became rapid. He didn't want this moment to end. “Please…” he couldn’t think clearly with [Name] bouncing on his cock with ardor. Her hips moved slower after he spurted ropes of cum into her womb, leaning down to bite his neck and sucking on the flesh whilst her fingers pinched his nipples. “Aaah..!”

Bum's voice was low, strained with the waves of pleasure that took over his body. Her name slipped out of him in between desperate breaths. [Name] caressed his hair gently, pushing out a few strands that had become stuck to his forehead, before kissing it. Bum’s breath was ragged, his body trembling as it reached its breaking point.

Afterwards, they headed to the dingy shower to take a bath and cleanse themselves of the sweat and release. The bathtub had barely enough space for both of them to fit. [Name] sat in front of him, staring pensively. This reminded her of their time as children. Their mothers were best friends, inseparable. Bum and [Name], born in the same year, months within each other, were each other’s company out of the womb. When they were babies, their mothers would bathe them together, wishing their children would become best friends like they were, or closer.

[Name]’s eyes analyzed Bum, searching for any sign of distress. She felt a pang in her chest at the thought of him suffering due to her ignorance. And then she wondered if this is how he felt every time. Bum rested against the side of the tub, drifting sleepily but his eyes fluttering open to look at her. A hand reached out to caress her hair, his fingers moving through the strands of her wet hair with a calmness that made his heart flutter with joy. “Will it stop now..?”

Oh. That. He’d almost forgotten about his illness from how happy he was. “There’ll still be some symptoms…,” Bum whispered, “My lungs will be weak for a while. Sometimes I'll spit up daffodils…”

“But you won’t die right?” [Name] pressed, leaning forward a little, worried. Bum felt giddy at her concern. She cared for him. Even as children, despite being the younger of the two, [Name] always had a protective streak when it came to him. He smiled boyishly at her question. “A-As long as you love me, I'll be fine…”

He bit his lip, wondering if it was okay to be selfish. Bum didn’t want [Name] to be with anyone other than him. “Promise you'll stay with me? I don't ever want to be separated from you again.” He said desperately. More than anything, he wanted to keep her. “Mn.” [Name] agreed without reproach, leaning over to kiss him, first gently and then passionately. Bum eagerly returned her affection. He moaned as he felt the kiss end, his mouth tasting her sweetness and his breath catching with excitement.

“More, please....”

He begged, not wanting this moment to end and to lose the taste of her affection. [Name] tried to maneuver her body on top of his but the space was cramped. With an annoyed grunt, she shifted to be on her knees, hands holding to the edges of the tub. “Let’s just do it like this..”

“O-Okay..” In all honesty, he would’ve preferred to see her face but Bum wasn’t about to turn down any opportunity to touch [Name]. His hands found their way to her hips.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he whined.

“I won’t.”

As soon as he entered, he came. Despite being the one inside her; Bum felt that [Name] was the one making an empty man like him feel so full. “Bum..” she complained at his quick orgasm. He was a bit embarrassed, “I couldn't last long with you if I tried…” His breathing was slow and ragged, eyes glued on her back so that every curve she had was visible to him and only him. Bum could feel her wet body against his. His movements were a clumsy attempt at proving his love. His hands caressed [Name], every touch sending butterflies through his stomach. It all felt like a dream, one that he never wanted to wake up from. Yoon Bum was just a man. A boring man, with a disease that was a burden, to him and her—yet she still loved him. She made him feel special—worthy of love. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to say how he felt. He could never feel this way towards anyone else. Being inside [Name] was the closest he could get at becoming one.

“I love you so much…”

“Ngh… I love you.. “ she breathed.

The feeling of her body against his was unlike anything else he'd ever felt, and he just wanted it to keep going forever. Bum, obsessive in his thoughts, kept repeating softly, “Please never leave me, [Name]...”

#✎ ks #➶ bum #yoon bum x reader #yoonbum x reader #ks yoonbum #bum x reader #ks koogi #bum killing stalking #killing stalking yoonbum #killing stalking

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malehypnofantasy · 8 months

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Aside from Casey, millions of people celebrated their birthday on the same day as him. Some of them celebrated the exact same 21st birthday like Casey. But only one of them also gained the revelation of his power that day, and he's not hesitating to try it on to the masses right away

Jens is working front desk in the local gym of his small hometown just a couple hour away south of Stockholm. He didn't need any messenger whatsoever to work on his power as he's been listening to his family about their respective power when they reached 21 years of age. Jens just tapped into his enhanced inner self right when the clock hit midnight and realized that mind control is his power. He smirked as he jumped from his bed right away and started to affect all his slumbering family member with his power, turning them into bunch of normies as he rewired their brain to never remember about magic whatsoever. His mom would be able to counter such move if only she woke up at that time and started to create protection from Jens magic for everyone in the family, yet she's too tired after preparing all the things needed to celebrate Jens birthday. After practically killing his family by making them normal, he simply walked back to bed, excited for the sun to shine quickly

The birthday surprise turned out to be quite nice and Jens enjoyed it very much, especially with his older siblings unable to ruin it with their powers anyway and just genuinely be happy for him. After all the hubbubs, Jens said goodbye to his family as he headed to the gym to start the execution of his plan

The gym is not necessarily crowded in the early morning, so Jens worked with whoever audience that is already available inside the gym. Without even speaking or anything, a simple eye contact is enough to freeze his target. He's slightly drained from making sure all his family member's mind altered, so he needed this extra step of eye contact for now until his whole power recharged. The first target, Erik quickly forced to stand up straight, his gasping breath instantly normalized as his whole body conditioned to be relaxed yet firm.

Jens then started his rewriting process, infiltrating Erik's mind and rearranging it as he wished. After around a minute, Jens controlled Erik to sit down and then just for the fun of it, start jacking his dick off while Jens continued his round of takeover.

Matthias witnessed the weird interaction and rough transition of Erik from being exasperated to then froze off before jacking his own dick in the middle of the gym, but he's directly in the eyesight of Jens so he also quickly froze, his slack-jawed gaping mouth forced to close by Jens as he doesn't want to get distracted while rewriting Matt's brain

The muscle freak is an owner of an "intelligence-led security company" or basically paramilitary troopers and Jens saw certain potential from him, so a meeting will be set later on the day by Matthias with all of his employees attending the meeting where Jens will do his specialty, hopefully recharged and ready to create further mess and expand his control by that time

Not only Matthias, his working out buddy and spotter, Anton, also frozen as soon as his eyes met Jans eyes.

The former Captain in Swedish Army succumbed all the state secrets within his mind as Jans sees fit while Jans also explored everything that exist within. Jens smirked upon seeing the loving memories of the captain's family, which he quickly erased as he then planted this idea that Anton is nothing but a cum slut for Matthias which Matthias exploited really well for the benefit of his company. Matthias is also the one that dragged Anton to work under Jens service, and it's not like he can say no when his master told him to. It's a rather twisted approach that he took, but Jens cannot help himself but laughing on the irony of it all as Anton used to be sleeping with Matthias ex-girlfriends and were the one causing Anton remaining single until now. Guess he bring karmic redsitribution right away for the douchebag Anton rather than waiting for universe to punish him much later

Nils Andreesen (L), Jakob Ericsson (R) and William Gustafsson (B) also fell victim to Jens mind control as they were in the gym already by the time Jens started his rewriting process with Erik. Jakob is the Vice-Mayor and Jens already proposed several regulation and procedure which Jakob will enforce after his gym session finished and the time to works started. A townhall is also requested by Jens to be held the following week, where he will demonstrate the power he has in an even-larger scale

Based on Nils memories, a guy is already inside the locker room as he came early to the gym. It's the gym owner's son, Leo, and with Leo being in the inner circle of the Prime Minister daughter as he went to the same uni as her and used to fuck her until last winter, taking him over becomes important. Jens rushed himself to the locker room and then quickly searched for Leo. Much to his luck, Leo haven't left the gym premise so he quickly shouted on top of his lung by calling Leo's name. Leo turned around and that was the start of his downfall as he just froze all in a sudden.

Wasting no time, Jens quickly built the basic narrative he built in to everyone that they are nothing but Jens loyal servant and will do anything for him and his satisfaction. And then, upon realizing that Leo is in a call, he let Leo returned to normal for a quick second, ended the call and proceed with the rewriting of Leo's mind.

"We are a very tight-knit bro ever since we were kids. I'm your closest friend and you share everything to me, your sadness, your anger, your pain, even your own free-will. You are nothing but a putty little bitch everytime there's only the two of us, and you are so eager to please me. Heck, you always love to sniff and lick my sweat after my workout right? In fact, that's why you are still here, because you are patiently waiting for me to come and give you your morning nutrient. So, in the count of three, you'll start licking me and worshipping my body until I tell you to stop, okay? One, two, three,"

Leo's dark brooding eyes quickly turned hungry and filled with lust as he's positioned on his knee while Jens sweaty body towered over him, showing him who's the boss in the situation and why Leo is nothing but a dutiful servant to fulfill all Jens desired. As the sweat dropped from Jens chin right to the confined erection beneath his black sweatpants, Leo then goes to town with his tongue as his hand started to slide down Jens pants while sniffing and licking Jens crotch intimately

This is just the beginning of Jens utopia, and he's nowhere near finish

#jens' arc #male mind control #male hypno

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yandere-daze · 1 year

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Hello! First, I wanna congratulate you for reaching 3k followers! You're writing is amazing and you deserve all the love 🥳 🎉 👏

For the request, may I request some headcanons for yandere Rei and Mika on how they'll react when their darling confesses to them?

Thank you! And congrats again on your milestone!

- 🌟 anon

Wahhh thank you anon! Honestly no matter how often I get them, little comments like this are still really encouraging! Hearing that people here like what I write really is so nice 🥺

Also oooh I feel like it´s been forever since I last wrote something for Rei so this should be interesting! I don´t think I even need to mention that I always cheer whenever I´m able to write something for Mika sjfs

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, creepy behaviour, clingyness, manipulation

Yandere! Mika reacting to his darling confessing to him

Eyes wide, Mika almost doesn´t believe his ears when you earnestly tell him that you like him.

He stutters, his mind going wild when he realizes that you probably don´t mean that you like him in *that way*. Surely you´re only saying that you like him as a friend right?

You couldn´t possibly love someone as pathetic and creepy as him, right? He´s so presumptuous to get his hopes up like that!

Which is why his mind almost shuts down when you confirm that no, you *did* actually mean it like that. You love him

He just can´t help but think that he doesn´t deserve to be with someone as wonderful as you. And yet you still accept him for who he is!

He´s so giddy with joy that he can´t stop his body from shaking, there´s a huge blush on his cheeks and a scarily wide smile on his face as your words finally process in his mind

Something he had never thought possible has happened: His darling loves him! Oh, he will remember this day for the rest of his life!

Of course, he´s quick to admit that he loves you just as much, if not even more!

He´s stumbling over his words, taking your hands in his own clammy ones, shivering as he makes physical contact with you.

He sounds like a man possessed as he rambles about all the things he adores about you, how he can never stop thinking about you

Oh if only you knew how much Mika loves you... He loves you to the point of insanity!

I´m sorry to tell you though that things are only going to get worse now that Mika is assured that you return his feelings. There´s no need to hold back in fear of you thinking that he´s creepy

He´s your boyfriend now so he can be as bold as he wants with his affections, right?

From then on, Mika will be even more clingy, throwing angry glares at anyone that dares to speak with you and just openly being creepy

When earlier he would try his best to hide the creepy things he does from you, now it´s as if all his shame went away the moment you confessed to him

“´am sorry that I stare at ya so much but I just can´t help myself. Yer so beautiful, I never want t´ look away from ya. But it´s okay ´cause I´m yer boyfriend, right? Hehe”

Yandere! Rei reacting to his darling confessing to him

There´s a knowing smile creeping onto Rei´s face when you ask him to meet you somewhere private, where you can have an important talk with him

He´s very perceptive so naturally, he has noticed how your behaviour around him had subtly shifted in the last few weeks. You seemed kind of flustered whenever he got close to you, stumbling over your words and unable to retain eye contact

Of course, a reaction like that only made Rei want to tease you even more, he just couldn´t get enough of your cute expression!

So even though Rei knows that you´ve grown feelings for him, he would still make you confess to him and actually tell him yourself because he wants to hear the words “I love you” spill from your own lips

And don´t expect him to have any mercy on you either in case you´re nervous, he *will* make you say it because he´s been desperate for it for so long

You telling him you love him... Oh, it´s simply fantastic!

He always hoped that things would turn out like this, he had spent so much time getting close to you and earning your trust after all. Helping you whenever you were in a time of need, words of advice carefully prepared in advance

Wasn´t he so helpful? Wasn´t he kind? It doesn´t matter that he had been the one pulling the strings all along, the one that got you into trouble time after time only to be the one to save you in the end

But you didn´t need to know that, did you?

Rei had put so much effort into making himself appear as charming as he can for you, presenting you with the image of the perfect boyfriend, so you would fall for him

And it looks like it all worked out in the end, now that you were standing right in front of him, shyly confessing your feelings for him

When you´re finally down, you can hear Rei chuckle lightly, an unreadable expression on his face as he takes your hand, once more laughing at the flustered gaze you send his way

“So you have fallen for this old man, have you? Well then, allow me to be your faithful partner until the end of time.”

You didn´t need to know the lengths Rei went to to ensure this desired outcome

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tootoomanycats · 3 months

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Gambling Debts (Kakashi x Reader)

I've had this scene stuck in my head for a fic plot for almost two years, and finally am getting the itch to start writing it out. This is just a brain dump to get the juices flowing and hopefully commit to getting this story going. The story will have NSFW smut scenes in the future, but this fic will most likely be a sloooow burn, so minors please DNI. Set during the time in the early Naruto series when Tsunade was first sworn in as Hokage. Jiriya just took Naruto and Sasuke is still missing. Outline: Just when the new village leader is getting settled in an old acquaintance appears with a village-sized IOU of debts they had collected from all of Tusnade's past gambling spots. When it's clear that Tsunade will never be able to repay the debt, an old village law is brought up and everything is put into question. Warnings: None. Reader is fem-identifying.

“Did you know that when your village was first founded, a law was created where the Hokage's debts are also the village's debts?” As Shizune started to protest you snapped your fingers over your shoulder, on command your elderly hunched assistant scurried forward to place a black folder into the expecting hand. Pulling out simple reading glasses you sat them on the bridge of your nose as the folder opened with very old and worn-looking documents

“Of course, the founders had no debts and did this as the start of their treasury for the village, but they never updated the law.” Dark eyes glanced pointedly back up to the now nauseated blonde's green face. “They must have also assumed that no Hokage would ever be so foolish as to accrue any debt amounts that could put the village into financial jeopardy.” “But that would mean that…you…no.”

Tsunade shook her head as her body gave out in horror and slummed in the large wooden chair, feeling as if the soul was leaving her body. Shizune looked between her lady and the now terrifying woman in front of her.

“I don’t understand, what does that mean if she is the owner of your debts my lady?” Kakashi could barely get the murmur out as the realization started to seep into his skin. “It means that depending on how large the Hokage's debts are….” Tsunade snapped out of it and sprung up causing the chair to fly back into the windows behind her, thick beads of sweat dripping from all over her body. “YES! The debts surely can’t be that bad, we can use the extra funds in the treasury to close out what I owe to you.” With shaky hands and clammy palms, she fumbled with a pen from the drawer of her desk.

The atmosphere tensed at the sound of a soft chuckle.

Reaching over the desk and gently pulling the pen from the blond to your own, you pulled a business card from the breast covering of the skin-tight black dress that wrapped around your figure, quickly jotting down the card before flipping it face down and sliding it in a single motion to where the two women were. Tsunade gulped as she gripped the paper in her hands and slowly flipped it over, Shizune gasped covering her mouth in shock at the number. “My Lady…Konoha…. has never had that much in its treasury. Not even if you add up all the years since its founding.“ Nervously she glanced back to where you still casually leaned against the desk.

“What does this mean?” Unable to stop the sly smile as you pressed off the desk and started walking to the door the sound of high heels clicking echoing in the silence. The assistant scrambled to catch up to their mistress while trying not to drop more files and documents that filled their arms. As the massive doors opened from the two accompanying giant security guards, you looked back at Tsunade who now sat with her head in her hands, and Kakashi who was now leaning against the bookcase for support. When your eyes contacted the petite brunette you spoke clearly, before disappearing behind the doors as they closed. “It means I own your village.”

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi sensei #team kakashi #hatake kakashi #kakashi smut

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bloody-bee-tea · 1 month

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 29 - Never leave

The prompt for this was "I miss you"

Satoru tenses up as soon as Shoko’s eyes fall on the closed door in his apartment.

“Don’t,” he warningly says, because he can guess what’s going to come but of course Shoko is not deterred.

“Satoru, is it still—”

“You know it is,” he harshly cuts her off, defensively crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Shoko gives him a look and Satoru refuses to acknowledge how pitying it is.

“Don’t you think—“

“Shut up,” he interrupts her yet again and she’s not even mad because they have been doing this for so long. Too long.

“It’s been ten years, Satoru,” Shoko reminds him.

“Almost,” he corrects her, because it hasn’t been.

Not yet. Even though it’s really not far off anymore and Satoru does very empathetically not want to think about this.

“He’s not coming back,” Shoko cruelly says and just hearing it makes Satoru’s eyes burn.

“You don’t know that,” he whispers, unable to hold her gaze for any longer but he does hear the incredulous huff she lets out.

“Have you heard from him?” she asks but Satoru stays quiet because she knows the answer to that. “Has he reached out? Contacted you in any way?” Shoko gives him a moment to refuse to answer before she mercilessly goes on. “If he hasn’t reached out to you in ten years, don’t you think it’s safe to assume that he’s gone? That he won’t be coming back?”

Satoru grinds his teeth together, clenching his jaws hard and preferring that pain over the one in his chest.

“I think you should move,” Shoko softly finishes and Satoru knows that she’s saying this because she’s worried for him, but he doesn’t want to hear it.

“And I think you should leave,” he bites out, getting up and vanishing into his own room, leaving Shoko behind in the living-room.

It’s not the first time he leaves her there for saying something like that and it most likely won’t be the last, because Satoru refuses to move or even get rid of Suguru’s room.

It will stay there until Satoru dies or Suguru comes back, whichever comes first.

Satoru refuses to admit that at this point it seems to be more likely that he dies first, because for all the time that has passed since Suguru left without a word, he’s still not able to accept the kind of pain it would cause him to get rid of Suguru’s room.

He’s sure he never will be.

Satoru presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, enjoying the sparks that go off behind his eyelids because it’s something to concentrate on besides the hollow feeling in his chest.

He got pretty good at ignoring it over the past ten years, but it’s always there, it always hurts and sometimes Satoru hates Suguru for doing this to him. Hates himself for letting Suguru do this in the first place, for being unable to let go of him.

Satoru hears Shoko leave and that means he’s alone again, in this apartment that is haunted by Suguru.

The door to Suguru’s room barely gets opened; once a month to dust it off, but that’s it. Satoru doesn’t dare to go in there, doesn’t dare to see everything Suguru left behind, deemed unimportant enough by him in his haste to get away from Satoru.

Satoru presses his lips together. He’s not going to cry. He already cried enough in the past and he’s not going to.

The burning of his eyes mockingly calls him a liar and it’s not even as if he can refute that.

As much as he loves seeing Shoko, he also hates it. If they meet here, they usually end up like this because Shoko can’t keep her mouth shut and Satoru can’t accept that Suguru might be gone forever.

It’s not something that can be compromised on.

“Fuck,” Satoru mutters and sits up in his bed.

His vision is blurry from the tears he’s not crying and now that he’s alone again, he’s restless. He doesn’t know what to do with himself in this apartment that was meant for two, that was meant to house another body and soul besides his.

Shoko would hate to see him like that, Satoru thinks with a bitter twist of his mouth and he cuts his thoughts off there because thinking about what Suguru would think about all of this only leads down a spiral Satoru no longer has the strength to come back from.

He gets off his bed and his feet carry him to Suguru’s door. It’s tightly locked, liked it always is and Satoru rests his forehead against the door.

“Fuck,” he says again and this time, there’s no way to hide how wet his voice sounds.

It’ll be ten years soon. Ten years since Suguru simply up and left without a single word to Satoru or Shoko or any of their other friends. Ten years since Satoru has been on his own and it still hurts as if it were the first year.

Satoru wonders if this will ever end.

~*~*~

Tomorrow marks the ten year anniversary of Suguru’s disappearance. Satoru has a reminder set on his phone for masochistic purposes, but it’s not as if he can ever forget that date, even if he tried.

It wasn’t so remarkable at first; Suguru tended to come home, always, reliably, but Satoru didn’t worry much on that very first day. It was on the second day, that he started to think something was wrong and by the fifth he was a full-blown mess, convinced that Suguru laid dead in a ditch somewhere.

But no body had been found, no hospital housed a patient fitting Suguru’s description. He was simply gone; vanished, as if he’d never been there in the first place except for all the little traces he left behind.

Except for all the things Satoru remembers.

Satoru is sitting at the kitchen table, in Suguru’s usual spot—because for this he always does, even though the rest of the year that chair goes unused—his phone in front of him.

Suguru’s number has been deleted in a fit of anger by Shoko a few years back; completely useless because of course Satoru knows his number by heart. He called it a lot in the first year, wrote even more, always without a reply.

But so far the number hasn’t gone out of service, he hasn’t been blocked and Satoru is always able to leave a voice message so someone must regularly listen to it. Or delete them.

Either way it allows Satoru to call that number, now only once a year. Always right before the anniversary of Suguru’s disappearance.

But this year, this year Satoru thinks that maybe Shoko is right. Maybe it’s time for him to move on, to let it go, to accept that Suguru wants nothing to do with him, walked out of his life without a second thought because he couldn’t bear to be around him anymore, because it meant nothing.

These thoughts make him so sick that Satoru feels like throwing up and he knows that it’s not good or healthy or even normal to be this affected—to be this stuck—after ten years.

It’s time.

He puts in Suguru’s number and patiently waits for the call to go to voice-mail, just like it always does. Satoru starts the timer as soon as the beep goes off, because he was cut off enough times in the past to know better now.

“Hello, Suguru,” he starts, his voice just as shaky as it always is. “I don’t know if you know, or if you even care, but tomorrow marks the ten year mark. Ten years. I’ve been missing you for ten years now and I think—maybe it’s enough.” He takes a deep breath. “You’re not going to come back, I have to accept that at one point. Shoko yelled at me again, you know, because I still keep your—she’s worried,” he rushes out, unwilling to reveal that all of Suguru’s things are still here. He doesn’t want Suguru to know just how pathetic he really is. “I’ve been missing you for longer than I ever knew you, isn’t that kind of fucked up? Ten years to—what? Two, three? Time with you flew and it still never felt like enough. It never will.”

The timer runs away, reminding Satoru that he needs to wrap this up if he doesn’t want to be cut off mid-message.

But he doesn’t have much more to say, anyway.

“I miss you,” Satoru chokes out, and he hates the fact that he can never say this without crying. “I hope you’re safe and happy and that you don’t think about me as much as I think about you. Shoko would slap me over the head for this, but you deserve better than that.” Suguru has always deserved better in Satoru’s eyes, no matter in what regard. He just hopes Suguru can live a good and happy life, without regrets. “Goodbye, Suguru.”

Satoru hangs up right before the machine would have cut him off and it’s just as well because he feels as if he’s choking on his sobs.

He really doesn’t know how he’ll get through the day tomorrow and he’s not sure he even wants to.

~*~*~

Satoru wakes up late, his eyes swollen because he cried himself to sleep. He tries not to think about it.

For a moment he doesn’t know why he woke up at all, but then there’s a knock on his door and Satoru buries his face in his pillow.

“Fucking go away, Shoko,” he mutters, because who else would it be.

She knows of the significance of this day and it wouldn’t be the first she spends together with him. Usually she shows up later, though.

The knocking doesn’t stop, the unwanted visitor unwilling to go and leave Satoru to wallow in his misery in peace and so he eventually drags himself out of bed, not bothering to make himself any more presentable than he is.

May the person always know that he’s miserable and they were interrupting his pity-party.

The knocking continues; it’s not overbearing but it comes in steady intervals and that almost makes Satoru more mad.

“The fuck can be so important today?” he mutters, dragging the sleeves of his—Suguru’s, once upon a time—sweater down over his hands, before he reaches out to yank the door open.

Only for time to come to a complete standstill.

“Yo, Satoru,” Suguru says, with a little wave of his hand. “Long time no see.”

Satoru doesn’t dare to blink. The man in front of him looks like Suguru but it can’t be.

Suguru left.

“Who are you?” Satoru hears himself ask and Suguru’s face falls.

“Satoru, it’s me,” he gives back. “Suguru.”

“No.” Satoru shakes his head. “You left.”

“I’m home now,” Suguru replies and just like that Satoru’s hand snaps out.

He slaps Suguru, hard, his face turning with the force of it but Suguru doesn’t step back, doesn’t move except for his head.

“I guess I deserve that,” he mutters, massaging his cheek.

“You left,” Satoru stresses again and he hates that there are tears forming in his eyes.

“And now I’m back. I’m back, Satoru,” Suguru whispers, dropping the bag he’s carrying and stepping forward, pulling Satoru in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

Satoru is stock-still in Suguru’s arms, even though he’s warm and solid and real and there right until Suguru’s smell hits him.

He still smells the same like ten years ago and it’s all Satoru needs to start sobbing for real, to bury his face in Suguru’s shoulder and cling to him as if he could slip through his fingers at any moment now.

“I know,” Suguru quietly says and he sounds suspiciously choked up as well. “I’m sorry, Satoru, I’m so sorry.”

Satoru doesn’t know how long they stay like that but eventually they part, though Satoru can’t quite bring himself to completely let go of Suguru. He needs to keep a hand on him at all times, in case Suguru wants to disappear again.

“Can I come in?” Suguru asks, as if he isn’t already standing mostly in the hallway, but Satoru still nods, still tugs on his arm, thinking that if he can just get him inside, if he can just close the door behind him, maybe Suguru won’t leave again.

There are a million questions Satoru wants to ask him; where he’s been, how he’s been, if he’s alright, if he’s good, if he was happy but the only thing that leaves Satoru’s mouth is a whispy soft “Why?”

Satoru knows Suguru understands when his face twists with sadness.

“Lets sit down, okay?” he asks, and Satoru can’t take his eyes off him, so of course he notices when Suguru’s eyes fall on his old room.

“Finally got the office you always wanted, huh?” Suguru tries to joke, but his voice cracks over the words and Satoru has to blink new tears away.

“I kept it like it was,” he admits, wonders why it’s so easy to say now when he couldn’t yesterday on the phone and Suguru’s eyes go big.

“You kept it?” he asks and immediately goes over, though he freezes when he looks inside and all of his things accusingly stare back at him.

“I—cleared all the food out but otherwise—” Satoru trails off and this time when Suguru whirls around and pulls him into a hug, he immediately melts into it.

Satoru isn’t sure how many of these he’ll get before Suguru will leave again.

“It’s been ten years,” Suguru says as if that should mean anything, as if that alone should have made Satoru move on, and maybe it should have.

“So you do know,” Satoru mutters.

“You’re not the only one keeping track,” Suguru gives back, pressing a lingering kiss to Satoru’s forehead. “I have missed you so much,” he breathes out and Satoru lets out a bitter laugh.

“Is that why you wouldn’t come home for ten goddamn years?” he bites out and Suguru looks as if he wants to cry.

Good, a vicious, mean little part of Satoru thinks. Let him suffer like I did.

“I couldn’t, Satoru. I wanted to, gods, did I want to, but I couldn’t.”

“Why not, Suguru? Why the hell not? Give me one good reason why,” Satoru almost yells at him and he had envisioned this a lot but never did he imagine himself to be so goddamn angry with Suguru.

“Your family,” is all Suguru says before he heavily sits down on the couch and just that image is enough to drown out all the anger Satoru feels.

Suguru is home.

“What do they have to do with anything?” Satoru asks, sitting down next to Suguru and scooting close, carefully, in case Suguru minds.

Instead of looking at him funny or even moving further away, Suguru slings his arm around his shoulder and pulls him right into his side.

“Come here, Satoru,” he whispers, his voice shaking as if the memory of the past ten years they spent apart hurts him just as much as they do Satoru.

“Answer me, Suguru,” Satoru pleads with him, even as he snuggles into his side. “What do they have to do with this? Why did you leave me like that?”

“I hated every second of it, I just want to start with that,” Suguru gives back, turning his face to bury it in Satoru’s hair. “I have missed you so much.”

It sounds sincere, just like the way Suguru shakes seems real, but as long as Satoru doesn’t know what made Suguru leave, he can’t trust it.

He needs to know why he left, to be able to belief that he’s back now.

“Suguru,” he reminds him and Suguru lets out a deep sigh.

“Your family approached me,” Suguru starts, not taking his face away from Satoru’s head and his breath tickles Satoru’s scalp. “You know they hate that you left the family, the business. They wanted you back.”

“Why go to you for that?” Satoru asks with a frown, because he always expected his family to make a move directly.

“They blamed me,” Suguru admits with a shrug, resting his cheek on Satoru’s head now to be able to speak more freely. “They thought it was my fault you left everything behind. And of course they didn’t listen when I told them that I had nothing to do with that. They gave me an ultimatum.”

“An ultimatum,” Satoru repeats and slings his arms around Suguru’s middle. “Did they threaten you?”

“They threatened you,” Suguru corrects him. “They had this—elaborate scheme at the ready; it would have destroyed everything you build up for yourself. And I know you want to say that we could have worked through that, but Satoru, remember how they are. It wasn’t just empty threads. They had a meticulously crafted plan, with the single goal to destroy everything you had to make you crawl back to them.”

Satoru wants to scoff, wants to joke about this, but he knows his family. If they thought they could get him back, then they wouldn’t stop for anything.

“What did they plan?” Satoru wants to know, his voice barely audible and Suguru lets out a harsh breath.

“It’s not important anymore,” he tries but Satoru shakes his head, pulls away so he can look Suguru in the face.

“Tell me.”

Suguru hesitates for a moment longer before he deflates. “They would have started small,” he starts, his gaze faraway, clearly recalling the talk he had with them. “Difficulties with your bank account, your health care, rent. Defamation. They were prepared to make sure you lose your job, your apartment, anything to make you come back to them.” Suguru stops there but Satoru can tell that there’s still more.

“Suguru,” he breathes out and Suguru bites his lip before he clicks his tongue.

“They had a fabricated case at the ready. Witness reports, forged police data, everything.”

Satoru is sure he’s not going to like the answer, but he still has to ask. “For what charge?”

“Child molestation,” Suguru whispers and of course, Satoru thinks with a sick sort of satisfaction.

He’s a teacher; of course they would have gone down that road. It would have made him come crawling back home, because with a record like that, there’s no way Satoru would have found work anywhere.

“They would have made sure that you could never teach again.”

“What did they—want from you?” Satoru asks, instead of thinking any more on how fucked his life could have been if his family went through with that.

“Like I said, they thought I was the real reason you wouldn’t come back. They never considered that you simply didn’t want to. They accused me of doing that, of being the driving force behind your back. So they gave me a choice. It was either me leaving or they would go ahead with their plan.”

“It doesn’t make sense, Suguru,” Satoru says with a shake of his head. “I didn’t go back, even when you were gone. They could have still done all of that.”

“It was a deal, Satoru. You forget how incredibly, stupidly honorable your family is. We have it in print and all, and it says that if I leave, with no explanation, no contact at all, for ten years, they wouldn’t hurt you, no matter what. No matter if you went back to them or not.”

“But ten years—”

“I tried for five, but your family wouldn’t budge,” Suguru says with a bitter smile. “I guess they wanted me out of your life very badly and thought ten years would ensure that you’d forget all about me.”

Satoru’s gaze falls back to Suguru’s room.

“I never forgot you,” he gets out and Suguru takes his hand in his.

“I know. I listened to all of your messages. I know that you didn’t and I’m sorry. I also understand—after your message yesterday I wasn’t sure if I should even come back. If you want me gone again, I can do that. I would understand. I just—I guess I just wanted to make sure that you don’t hate me for no reason. I wanted to at least explain.”

“It would have been so much easier if I could hate you,” Satoru admits because then he probably wouldn’t have suffered like this for the last ten years.

Still, there’s a little worry, he can’t shake, not even with Suguru’s explanation.

“So you didn’t leave because of me?” he asks, his voice small and he feels stupid for even having to ask that but Suguru only squeezes his hand.

“I left for you,” he tells him and raises their hands to press a kiss to the back of Satoru’s. “And if you want me to, if you can’t look past this, then I’ll do so again.”

That makes Satoru panic.

“Don’t. Don’t ever leave again, Suguru,” he says and twists around, clinging to Suguru again. “Stay.”

“If you’ll have me,” Suguru whispers, holding Satoru just as tightly as he’s holding him. “I’ll gladly stay.”

There are a lot more things to talk about and Satoru is more than sure that a few fights are in their future as well, because he can still feel the anger boiling inside of him but right now, Satoru is too tired.

“Let’s—can you—” he can’t find the words to ask Suguru if he’ll go to bed with him, just to be close but even after all these years, Suguru understands him perfectly.

“Of course,” Suguru agrees and gets up, pulling Satoru along with him towards Satoru’s room, where he makes a beeline for his bed.

It doesn’t take long for them to get situated, slotting together as if they have always done this and when Satoru hears Suguru’s heart beat under his ear, he has to fight against the tears again.

“I’m here,” Suguru whispers, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair, because of course he knows and Satoru scoots up until he can hide his face in Suguru’s neck.

“Don’t leave again,” Satoru pleads and Suguru presses a kiss to his head as he reaches out for Satoru’s hand, tangling their fingers together.

“Never again,” Suguru promises and Satoru takes it.

Suguru is back and for the first time in ten years, Satoru falls asleep happy.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #no curses #angst #hurt/comfort #cuddling and snuggling #dysfunctional family

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forbebeandjam · 10 days

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omg can't wait for audrey's!!!!! thank youuuuuu (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

Fear | Audrey Lane x Fem Reader | Fluff

Summary: a small misunderstanding leads you and your girlfriend, Audrey to end up on bad terms. Three months later, you realize how much you love each other.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: a bit angst. Brain tumor mention.

A/N: sorry if it’s a bit unrealistic. I know it’s not my best work. I’m not a medic or doctor… enjoyyyy •u•

~🫧♥︎🫧~

You and Audrey had been working nonstop on a new K-pop choreography. Being a part of the Jam Republic dance crew has been a milestone in your career. You went from being a small and heavily criticized TikTok dancer who covered K-pop dance to a successful choreographer.

Having Nick reach out to you to be part of this project was perfect as he had also contacted your girlfriend, Audrey. You couldn't believe that you and Audrey got to dance together and spend time together as well.

However your schedules were packed and after the show, there were some things you two couldn't do together. She was booked doing the brand new show Street Dance Girls Fighter 2 and you were booked creating new choreographies and interviews.

One day you finally got to see her but you were too tired. She seemed to be really excited to hang out with you and you were just thinking of going home.

"What if we take a walk? and then we can go camping," she suggested but you shook your head.

"Sorry, Audrey. I'm drained and I just want to lay down," you said bluntly. One thing about you is that you could be very oblivious to others' feelings when you weren't feeling well... not to mention minor anger issues that almost caused you major trouble with Mannequeen.

"Well, what if we just go for some ice cream? Or maybe something to eat?" She said once again with her bubbly voice trying to get you out of bed and spend quality time together. It's Audrey. She was always bubbly and you lived for her but at this moment, tiredness hit you like a truck.

"Jeez, I said no. I'll just be in my room," you said in an aggravated tone leaving her behind on the couch.

You took painkillers for your headache and as you lay on your bed you heard soft sobs making your heart clench at the sounds. You know you fucked up. You promised to never make her cry and you just did. As you tried to get up to apologize, you felt your body collapse on the floor and you were unable to get up. Your vision immediately became dark.

You woke up and saw a bright light. You definitely weren't home. Your house was green and the lights were almost always dimmed. This room was too blue.

Your eyes tried to adjust and you groaned. You felt someone grip your hand tightly but the voice was almost unrecognizable as your ears also tried adjusting to the noise.

"Audrey..." was the first thing that escaped your lips. You called her name. You wanted to apologize and when your vision finally cleared up, you saw her sitting on the side of the hospital bed holding your hand and asking if you were okay. Her eyes were red and teary as well as her nose as she let out sniffles.

You felt your heart clench at her sight. You made her cry twice. You never meant for any of this to happen. As you tried to get up your poising headache pulled you back to the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. Please forgive me," you said as a tear escaped your eye. Her head shook repeatedly.

"Don't apologize. I didn't realize you felt this bad and I should've known. I should've made you rest and taken care of you," she said as she lowered her head.

"Audrey, it's okay. I'm okay, see?" You said as you kissed her hand.

"You're not. Sorry to tell you this ma'am but you have a brain tumor. You need surgery and treatment as well as absolute rest for around three months. We need to do this now or you might not make it another month," the doctor said. You didn't protest. You knew it would be best if you wanted to keep living the life that you have. You wanted to be with Audrey.

"Audrey?" You said when you saw how she was holding in her sobs and cries. She turned to look at you with red eyes and you began to cry as well.

"I love you. I love you so much and I will be with you forever," you said.

"Don't... it sounds like you're saying goodbye," she said.

"I know you have to catch a flight. You have to go back home. Go work on your projects, baby. And come back to me in three months," you said and she started to shake her head.

"I can't leave you. Who will take care of you? Who is going to make sure you're okay? I want to make sure you wake up and you can see me and..." you moved your hand on her cheek and she stopped talking. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her lips on your hand.

"I will be okay, baby. I have to go now but never forget that I love you so much," you kissed her one last time before the nurse took you away.

(Three months later)

It was finally the day. The day Audrey would come back and you could be together again. This time you promised you would never let her go and would never make her cry.

You heard the doorbell and rushed to the door. You fixed my clothes and hair before taking a deep breath and finally took ahold of the doorknob. You twisted it and there she was. A big smile and a beautiful gold light radiating from her. Her eyes seemed to be teary and her smile was shaking.

She immediately dropped her bags and ran to you. She grabbed your face a kissed you tenderly. It was a long-awaited kiss. Three months felt like an eternity without her. How could someone live without that gorgeous smile? It's a smile you would die for.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," she said as she buried her face down your neck. Her sobs began to fill your ears and your tears began to roll down your face.

"I missed you too," you said as you kissed her head.

"How about we get out of here? I have a surprise for you," you said and she looked at you with a confused expression.

"But you need to rest more. What if-" Audrey started but you stopped her by shaking your head.

"I'm okay. We aren't doing anything that might be straining. Let's go," you said as you put on your shoes and jacket and walked out of the door with her. She was too quiet for your liking but you didn't say anything as you saw her fidgeting with her hands in the car. You knew she was nervous.

After around thirty minutes you arrived at a camping site and got out of the car to open her door. A small smile was painted on her lips.

"You didn't forget about the camping date?" She asked.

"I could never forget about your favorite thing. Your pink curly hair, the sweet perfume you use, the way you move when you dance. It's all engraved in my head. Let's set up and watch a movie," you said as you walked to get our things from the trunk.

A few hours later you had everything set up and ate dinner. The sun was starting to slowly set creating a beautiful orange and pink hue in the sky. Audrey was silently sitting on a chair looking at the sky as she took small sips of her tea. Your biggest fears began to fill your head like poison.

'Does she not love me anymore? Is there someone else? Did she find someone that treats her better?'

"Audrey, come here," you said and she turned to you. She stood up and placed her mug on the chair. As she walked to you, you immediately cupped her face with your warm hands and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Whatever is on your mind, tell me," you said as you broke the kiss.

"It's just all surreal. I thought I was going to lose you and not being able to contact you due to work was killing me and now that I'm here, I just feel like I should've been here all along," she said.

You immediately connected your forehead to hers. You wanted her to forget about everything and anything that happened in the past.

"Baby, you're here now and I couldn't ask for more. You're all I need and I just want to be with you. Enjoy the moment, my sweet girl," you said and kissed her forehead.

That seemed to make all of her worries melt away. Her mind was clear and her heart warm. She smiled brightly for the first time and a small tear escaped her eye. You kissed it dry and she let out a small giggle that melted your heart.

Setting up for bed was quick and soon you realized that you had forgotten her sleeping bag back home. You scratched your head and chuckled nervously.

"Sorry, babe. I forgot your sleeping bag," you said.

"It's okay. We can sleep in the same one," she said as she got situated. She looked up at you and you nodded. You got inside the bag and spooned her, sharing the warmth of your body as a movie played on your iPad.

Suddenly, she turned to face you, completely ignoring the movie. You were lost in her eyes and you shared a moment of silence.

She reached to peck your lips and you finally saw her purest smile.

"I don't know how I managed to be with you for so long. I'll never leave you again. Promise you'll never scare me like that again," she said as she buried her face in your chest.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll never do it again..."

There was a small pause and you pulled back from the hug.

"We fit perfectly in this sleeping bag don't you think?" You asked.

"Yes. We are perfect," she said before snuggling close to you.

“I love you,” You kissed her forehead and you both drifted into a deep slumber.

Thank you for reading!!🩷

#forbebeandjam #honeybee156 #street woman fighter 2 #audrey lane #Audrey fluff #jam republic #jam republic Audrey #Audrey angst #Audrey x reader #Audrey lane fluff #fluff #swf2 #swf2 x reader

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multiplicity-positivity · 6 months

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been questioning osdd-1b for a while, for maybe 3 years I’ve been thinking I could be plural but only now for 3-4month am I starting to really experience different names and identities I think. I don’t know if I really am plural since I never seem to lose control I just am a new identity, and there’s no communication, but each name feels separate and I feel some dysphoria from being called “the host’s”(?) name. Is there anything else I could be mistaking for, I experience dpdr, and emotional amnesia, but I don’t think I experience any other amnesia. Sorry for the ramble

hey there. so no one in our system can diagnose you. we also can’t confirm or deny that you’re plural. however, we can say that

a. lots of systems have members who never switch out of the front. our own system has a member (our host) who is fronting to some extent like 98% of the time.

b. identity alteration, confusion, and disturbances are common symptoms of many other dissociative and personality disorders, and can present in other diagnoses like depression and anxiety. it’s probably best to consult a therapist, counselor, or other mental health professional to determine what disorder may be the cause for experiencing something like this. as far as we know, identity disturbance alone is probably not enough to determine whether or not you have a dissociative disorder like osdd-1b. hence, speaking to a professional may greatly help with figuring this out.

we recommend, of course, trying to see some sort of mental health professional. however, if you’re unable to do this, you can try reaching out to potential headmates and see what happens. we have a post on establishing contact with headmates which might be beneficial for you:

honestly we’d recommend not building your hopes up one way or another and attempting to manage your expectations if you do try to reach out to potential headmates. you may not be a system, and that’s okay. ultimately, that’s going to be up to you to discover for yourself. we do wish you the best of luck with figuring this out, though.

🐢 kip and 💫 parker

#questioning system #identity disturbance #identity confusion #identity alteration #osdd 1b

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wisteriaiswriting · 2 months

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𝕊𝕖𝕥 𝕌𝕡

Words: 1108

When you're in charge of something you have to be tough, luckily enough Brimstone fit right into the mold. Rarely ever playing favourites, not to say it doesn’t happen from time to time. But he had one major flaw, his memory. Managing to neve affect missions or anything else important.

Guns, equipment and much other needed objects were never left behind, if so it wasn’t ever his fault. But it only seemed to affect one thing, his phone. Which managed to end up in the weirdest places, but never remembering how they got there.

In the community kitchen? He didn’t even take it with him, surely.

Found in Viper’s lab by… well Viper. Surely not since he hasn’t even entered it since… last time.

But this time was the worst, and by one of the many agents it shouldn’t be found by. Having been left forgotten and unlocked on his desk just as he left to grab some needed files. Just missing Jett entering the hall, allowing her to slip into the office undetected. Even if it was by accident.

Also meaning her attention went straight to the phone. Swiping through to not find much, a few social media they convinced him to download, with not many pictures. Very few mobile games, being older so she wouldn’t play them. Unable to find anything else interesting until a notification came through.

It was a message.

From someone called ‘Salvia,’ alongside a few hearts.

Normally she would brush this off, but realizing she couldn’t connect which agent this was. A quick scroll through his contacts revealed everyone elses contact, so this couldn’t actually be an agent.

Anyways, the message itself wasn’t weird or alarming, but their backlog was suspicious.

‘Ready for our mission?’

Out of everyone he would be that last person to ever date another agent, not even someone at the protocol. So unless they were a civilian it wasn’t possible what she was reading.

Just as she was about to scroll through some more, footsteps reached her ears and she knew who it was. Brimstone. Placing the phone just close enough so he wouldn’t realize she went looking, and he seemed none the wiser.

Once the meeting finally finished she had to contain herself not to run out, instead quickly walking until out of his sight. Before sprinting down the halls and towards Cypher’s room.

***

“C’mon Cypher!”

“Only if you hold up your end of the deal~.”

“Yes! Just tell me!”

She had made a deal with Cypher. Something no one should do, but she was desperate. Her end was to make him any meal for the three months, alongside buying him some of his expensive tea at his command.

But it was so worth it. Gaining all the available information about his partner.

They were Y/N [Middle name] [Lastname], born in [Country] and was actually close enough in age to her commander. There was a bit more information but she would look over that later, your name was more than enough for her plan.

Spilling about it to Phoenix, how informed KAY/O. Recognizing the name before starting a search, their name pulled a few results but a picture resulted in just one.

A previous scientific employee of Kingdom, and currently one of their on field agents. Surely Brimstone didn’t know about this, or even about you still working with their enemy. One they’ve fought many times.

But he’ll have to bring it up next time they speak. Soon enough a last minute mission brief was called, this one included everyone, which didn’t happen often.

“All of you are here for one thing only, as backup. None of you will be on the next mission,”

This caused a round of confusion around the table.

“These folders include the needed information about everything.”

With that he drops the pile onto the table before leaving, even Viper and Sage were surprised. He had dropped this bombshell, then just left? God, what was wrong with the man?

But the folders were correct, filled with the typical information for every mission. Except in the ‘agents selected’ section, instead of the normal team of five it was just Brim.

Once they realized this, his own suicide mission, it was too late, the VLT/R containing him and the needed weapons had left.

***

On the other hand your own teammates haven’t realized a thing. They were dumb enough to not even look over the given briefing, letting you just go.

“Hey, we have much more to give, just let me show you.”

“It’s a tough thought really… I mean it!”

His face showed doubt but you could tell he didn’t mean it.

“Fine I’ll bite, what’s the benefits?”

“I can assure you, we’re better.”

“You’re better, so the benefits?”

“Am I not enough for you?”

Just as you started to laugh something cold hit the back of your head, hand pulling away covered in some blue… slime? Huh?

“Oh hey, Brimstone, sorry! Dizzy…”

Turning around to see a green haired guy. Who was cradling something in his hands, which seemed to be the culprit of the goo on your head, now hands. Seeming scolding it, because soon enough it floated closer to you before nuzzling itself into your cheek.

“So, what are you two doing here?” Ah shit, Brimstone forgot Gekko was sent on holiday, meaning he didn’t know what was happening. Unless he was contacted by another agent, which seems unlikely.

“Ah, it doesn't matter, c’mon.”

He gestured for the two of you to follow, and you did. All the way to his house, but instead of walking into a quiet, or close too, it was immediate yelling. And Brimstone knew what was happening, he had been set up.

Rounding the corner into his living room, finding Breach waiting on the couch, watching whatever was playing. Sage was reading a book on the other end, while Jett and Phoenix were snooping around the room. Only pausing when you two entered.

“I was right, hand ‘em over!” Jett huffed but handed over the bet credits, stepping away from the now gloating Phoenix.

“Nevermind, but what were you two up too?”

“Uh…” God, he never planned on revealing this to the team. And especially not right now. Grabbing your hand as you both slowly stepped away.

“You know, on a mission?” On paper yes, but physically? Absolutely not, but he wasn’t going to let them ruin his date. Once close enough to the door you both dashed out, luckily enough the others didn’t follow, as they would catch up.

But that left you two unaware of their second plan, who watched everything unfold.

#valorant x reader #valorant x male reader #valorant brimstone #valorant brimstone x reader #brimstone x reader #wisteria♥

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gay-hoodie-boy · 1 month

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Nocturne of Gotham: Fear Toxin

Just a hurt/comfort pre-identity reveal idea i came up with in the shower, written in a screenplay format cuz it's easier :3

Uhhh... cw the first segment is. Way more angsty than i intended it to be <:3

[SCENE: A Fear Toxin-induced hallucination. NELL sits alone at a desk, surrounded by piles upon piles of paperwork. The room is dark, and a blackberry phone sits vibrating on the desk.]

[Enter NELL's family. Silently, they line up at the desk and drop another stack of paperwork each in front of him. NELL tries to reach for the blackberry to answer it, but it gets knocked away by the impact of each new paper stack. The last one to approach is NELL's MOM, who looks cold and angry.]

MOM: You never do enough for this family. Why can't you live the way you were born?

[The family exits the room single file, a small child knocking a stack of paper work over, causing it to flood the desk. NELL, in tears, scrambles through it to get to whatever he was working on. He finds and picks up the blackberry. Its screen reads "HELP?" Before he can answer it, a massive binder is dropped on the desk with a rumbling sound. NELL looks up. It's JASON.]

JASON: [Glaring] Turn your phone off. I don't care what you want, I need your services. Now. Hurry up.

NELL: J...Jason-?

JASON: Shut up and do your job for me!

[JASON yanks the phone out of NELL's hand and throws it at the wall, smashing it pieces.]

JASON: Remember your worth, Nell. You don't deserve any of us no matter how much you give.

[SCENE: A warehouse somewhere in Gotham City. Some asshole villain has kidnapped Nell, again. Nell sits on the ground tied up to a building pillar. The villain idly sits on a crate, filing their nails. Nell has just woken up from a dose of Scarecrow's Fear Gas, as a manipulation tactic fron our unnamed villain.]

VILLAIN: So. Being a tool, huh?

[NELL does not respond. He is too busy shaking in panic, and also has a gag in his mouth.]

VILLAIN: I know how you can avoid that.

[VILLAIN looks down at Nell, who only meets their gaze for a moment.]

VILLAIN: You should join me. Take over Gotham together. Nobody can use you when you have all the power.

[NELL shakes his head emphatically, huffing in a mix of anxiety and anger. VILLAIN laughs.]

VILLAIN: What? Come on, I'll treat you right. God knows these class traitor Bats won't. They think they're so great, but it's clear they're funded by someone. You and I never had that growing up, did we? Having to rely on people who looked down on us... just like you do with these vigilantes who insist your pathetic life is worth saving.

[NELL breaks the eye contact, physically unable to voice his thoughts on the matter. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and let the villain's words go in one ear and out the other.]

VILLAIN: Oh, I know who you're thinking of. The Red Hood, who most often comes to save you. You think he cares, don't you?

[NELL's attention is caught, and he turns his head to VILLAIN sharply, causing them to laugh.]

VILLAIN: Awww, you really do see him as your knight in shining armor! How cute! [Hops down from where they're seated, takes a few intimidating steps towards NELL.] Let me tell you something he won't, my friend. [In a low, harsh whisper] He doesn't care about you. You're nothing but another obligation to take care of, it's his job to rescue you, nothing more.

[A beat of silence follows. NELL glares daggers at the villain in spite of his tears.]

VILLAIN: And yet, you think he loves you. How quaint! Isn't it obvious th- [sudden, sharp, shout. Drops to the floor, unconscious. Standing behind them is RED HOOD.]

[RED and NELL stare at each other for a long moment, both recovering from the incident.]

RED: [glancing up and down to check NELL's physical state from a distance] I, uh... I hope you know everything they said wasn't true. Except for the job part. It is my job to keep citizens like you safe, but it doesn't mean I don't care about you.

[They continue staring in silence. It takes a moment for NELL to think about the gag, more focused on the fact that RED isn't normally so... docile? This was the most calm and peaceful NELL has ever seen him act.]

[NELL motions his head to gesture to RED that he can't talk, due to the gag.]

RED: [rushing over] Shit, right, sorry.

[RED kneels down to free NELL from his bonds. As soon as his mouth is free, NELL stretches his jaw, then speaks.]

NELL: You don't have to care, Red.

RED: [Stops working on the bonds for a beat] What?

NELL: I don't- I don't mind being an obligation to you. [Quick deep breath] It doesn't really matter to me how you feel about who I am as a person, because regardless, you come to my rescue. Every time you save me, you remind me that my life might be worth preserving.

RED: [Bashful as he undoes the bonds] That... really means a lot, knowing I can remind you of that. [The bonds are loosened and dropped.] But for the record, I do care about you. You're more important to me than an obligation, Nell. If you feel like no one's on your side, don't forget that I am.

[Both are silent for the following moments as RED assists NELL in getting to his feet and straightening himself out. The silence is awkward for a moment, but NELL displays his appreciation through a soft smile and lingering touch.]

RED: ...so. [puts his thumbs in his pants pockets, trying to act casual] I know this is farther out than usual from your neighborhood. Do you need a ride?

NELL: You have a driver?

RED: I've got a bike.

NELL: [surprised, but not upset] Like, a motorcycle?

RED: [nods] I can give you a lift back to your place. It's faster than calling a rideshare, and safer than wandering Gotham at this hour. [Affectionately exasperated] As you often tend to do.

NELL: [soft laugh] My friend Jason has a motorcycle. I rode it with him once. I panicked, but he was such a gentleman about it. Uh... I guess what I'm saying is sure, I'll ride with you.

RED: [flustered by a mishearing of the statement] You'll what.

NELL: Ride with you. I trust you.

RED: Ah. Right. [Clears throat] Uh, yeah, it's tucked away outside. Come on.

[RED holds his hand out, and NELL takes it. They chat as they begin to exit.]

RED: So... what was that about Jason being a gentleman?

[END SCENE]

#pen of the prince's heart #a heart for a hood

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kristannefoxx · 19 days

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This is just a heads up and I prob shouldn’t be posting this on the internet but it’s a way to express this because I have no other out..

TW ⚠️

Dark mindset

Deep dark thoughts

Dark mental health

Not for the light of heart

Possibly mental abuse?

Slight cursing

Basically depressing

This isn’t something I usually post honestly

Make sure you have good friends I just realized tonight that mine aren’t that really real..

I never had a best friend

I don’t think I’ve ever had a true friend that stuck with me

I attempted to seek out a therapist I have no independence aka a car to drive to see one nor a license. my sister in law wanted to know the reasons why she said the next time we hang out we can set one up- that was 6 weeks ago. It never happened.

My mother doesn’t believe me on things anymore I tell her the truth and she’s like “yea no-“

My father has absolute anger issues at times

My brothers never talk to me anymore after moving out yes I have reached out to them

I am unable to have a specific job because I need a license and my parents keep pushing it off

My wisdoms have been out for the longest time and sometimes gives me pain the only reason why I still have them is because nobody takes state insurance

The irony that made me realize this is that I was just a little sad about my boyfriend only sending text messages about prom and asking me thru a message- first I love yous where a text- asking me out was a text

I just want a normal relationship and I never find one

Friend changed the subject to himself after I told him about the prom issue

My boyfriend also has some form of mental abuse parents

My mother consistently reminding me to cut my boyfriend slack because “your his first girlfriend”

My another friend after telling them about this and venting to them after the first friend made it about themselves like my mother at times feels like their trying to creep into my relationship and destroy it to be with me

My main comfort is just posting stupid ass shit on here and reading TASM fics tbh 💀

Then having my heart broken when they have gifs of Peter with Gwen 💀

Honest to god want to be held by someone and just cry and every worry fade

It hurts to say that the only thing I really want is to be hugged by a human being

I always usually had to contact my friends first on anything or else they will not text me or check up on me at all

I’m afraid of many things in this world and it includes Narctophobia and a consistent fear of death

I can’t comprehend why people who are like me, if covered in fur are isolated by society because they have fur

Wanting to send screenshots of this to the people I am referring to but afraid of what they will say do and or think, could they possibly be upset or mad or anything

If anyone reads this and finds this “attention seeking” or “like seeking or reblog seeking” honestly fuck you, not everyone can get out right away and has different ways of expressive behavior they can at the time.

If anyone else reads this and finds this relatable

Please.seek.help. ❤️

You can and u will recover ❤️‍🩹

You can do anything ❤️

Learn from this ❤️

And honest to got this made me feel so much better just venting this out

I’m honestly sorry if I wasted anyone’s time or hurt anyone or caused any problems whatsoever on this because of this post

…be there for your friends…please..even anyone

Ligit thought of the song “snowfall” after rereading this- it fits it in some form or another

#dark thoughts #mental health #mentalheathawareness #mentally tired #mentally exhausted #mental illness #mentally fucked #fixed mindset #tw abuse #emotional abuse #depressing shit #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #sorry for being depressing #kinda depressing

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geocait0815 · 2 years

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Demons Grasp - Chapter 3

Warning: There is some violence in this chapter.

"I think someone just opened the front door," I whisper. Unfortunately, our only way out of the kitchen is through the door leading directly into the living room. Jake pushes the kitchen window open slowly. Then he reaches into his pocket, fishes out his car keys and hands them to me. "MC, I want you to climb out, try to go around the house and get to my car. Get in and drive away.

I want to argue. How could I leave him behind like this? How will he contact me? My phone is lying to charge on the night stand in our bedroom. But one look into his face and I know that there will be no negotiating about this now.

Jake takes a large knife from the sink, where it was lying with the rest of the dishes waiting to be cleaned. He motions to me to get going and then moves towards the door.

I climb through the window and immediately press my back against the wall. For a second I just stand there listening for any sounds. Nothing. I turn right and slowly walk to the next corner. There are no lights to illuminate my path. And there is no chance of spotting anyone waiting for me between the trees. I bump into a stack of firewood and almost lose my balance. The silence out here is eerie. Moving on, I can still not see any signs of anyone else being here. Have we been imagining things? No. We both heard it. I continue to walk slowly.

As I reach the second corner of the house, I see a square of light fall through the front door onto the gravel driveway. Only our two cars are parked there. And I will have to walk right past the door to reach them. I tiptoe further.

Then I hear an unfamiliar voice. "You've led us on quite the wild goose chase all these years. But this ends today, scum. Did you really think you would get away with this? Hiding here, playing house? When I'm done with you, I'll be also taking care of that little girlfriend of yours." I can hear Jake's voice, but can't make out the words.

My heart beats so loud, I am convinced the two men inside can hear it. With my back pressed against the wall right next to the door I am unable to move. What can I do? Run and abandon Jake? Cause a distraction? I remember a flower pot standing on the ground not too far away from me. I pick it up and go a few steps away from the wall. I can barely recognize the black square of the bedroom window. But I have to try. I aim and throw the flower pot, shattering the window. The voices break off and I'm holding my breath. Instead I hear now sounds of a fight. I can only pray that my distraction was enough to give Jake an advantage.

Then there is a soul shattering boom. Was that a gun? Oh, please no. NO!

I run towards the door, forgetting all fear and all caution. I am operating purely on instinct now. What I see inside is like a nightmare come true. Jake is on the floor. He does not move. A stranger stands over him, gun in hand. Without even thinking I run inside and tackle the stranger. The element of surprise is on my side and he is briefly off balance. Somehow, I manage to knock the gun out of his hand. But that was it. The man regains control quickly, grabs me and bends my arm to my back. He pushes me hard against the fireplace. I can feel the skin of my face scrape and break against the rough surface of the bricks. With my only free hand I push against the mantle in an attempt to get away from the heat of the fire.

"Did you really think you could take me on, bitch?" he sneers into my ear. "Maybe I should have some fun with you before making sure that our hacker here never sees the light of day again." Between his body pressing against mine and my panic, it becomes more and more difficult to breathe. My vision begins to blur and my movements become erratic.

Suddenly, my hand closes around something cool. I've managed to grab the poker that Jake left on there earlier. Despite me holding it at an awkward angle and not having enough room to maneuver, I start to swing it behind me with all the ferocity I can still muster in my despair. There! I hit something! I strike again and then there is an inhuman roar.

His grip on me loosens and I turn around, standing on shaky legs. I must have hit his eye with the curved spike at the end of the poker. He has his hand pressed against his eye socket. But I can see blood and something else ooze out from between his fingers.

In an attempt to make the best from his distraction, I look around for the gun. But it is to no avail. As I am taking a step forward, he raises the tool that I had let go of in my surprise, over his head and swings it in my direction. The iron bar hits my temple before I could react. I fall to the floor.

And the last thing I see, before the black is closing in on me, is Jake struggling to get up.

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#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fandom #jake duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #jake x mc

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